Speaking Death - Original Writing

Speaking Death - Original Writing

When we were younger I always used to ignore my brother Wayne’s shouts

and screams.

Now we are adults, and even though I try to ignore his yelling with

all my might the sounds that emanate from his mouth still infiltrate

into my mind. You would think that he was in pain. He was, I guess, in

the pain of frustration, in the pain of being unable to speak. All the

sounds he could ever make were screams and whines. Everyone pities

people like that, including me of course. I also wanted to be able to

put him out of his misery like everyone else but our parents were

adamant that such ‘barbaric actions’ were not at all necessary; they

would not let Wayne go in such a callous way.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved Wayne more than anything I owned or had,

we grew up as close siblings. We even came up with our own private

sign language so that we could talk privately, just the two of us

having long detailed conversations that no one else could ever

understand.

It’s a shame he passed away, in fact it wasn’t all that long ago. Lots

of friends and family are still grieving over his horrific death. As

for me, I’m over him, no point in dwelling in the past as I always

say. You know the police say it was suicide but that is seriously

doubted, I personally doubt that explanation especially, because I

know for a fact that Wayne was a person who lived life as it should be

lived.

He was a lover of life even if he was disabled; he would attempt to do

anything that someone normal could do. It was upsetting, he tried so

hard to fit in with everyone else but all he received was rejection,

even from me eventually.

As we grew to become respected adolescents I came to hate Wayne with

my heart and soul, I just couldn’t help it, it just happened.

My strong love for Wayne deteriorated and transformed into a burning